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zondag 19 juli 2015

Book Excerpt

I stared at the guy, finding myself at a loss for words. I
shouldn't have stopped. I should have kept on driving. I could have
been home already, curled up in yoga pants, warm and cozy on my bed, and
doing homework. Instead, I was wet, shivering, and trying to defend
myself to some random stranger who was convinced I was there to pillage a
roadside memorial. I could have simply
retreated to the truck and driven away, but for some deranged reason, I
felt the need to proclaim my innocence. Refusing to back down or cower, I
returned his stare, trying to think of a proper comeback. My mother often called
me a "smart mouth." I liked to think of myself as quick-witted, but
regardless, I found myself at a loss for words, captivated by the
twinkle in his eyes and the killer combination of a dazzling smile and
dimples. I had no idea guys that sexy even existed outside of Hollywood. Then again, maybe he was
from Hollywood. Something about him seemed familiar, as though I'd seen
him somewhere before. Or was it... I tried to picture the few images
I'd ever seen of Gavin McGregor. I had never really paid much attention
to the tabloids, but I realized that this guy kind of reminded me of
him. Maybe they were related. Gathering my wits, I
found the courage to speak. "I know this probably looks weird, but I'm
seriously not some crazed fan-girl, and I'm definitely not here to steal
this helmet. I was just driving by and decided to stop. Seriously. I
was curious about the writing on the cross and just wanted to see what
it said." I pointed toward the dedication. "Really." His squinting, doubt-filled glare didn't falter. "Yes," I said emphatically. "Really. Look for yourself. You can't read it all. The writing's covered up." He continued to watch me
closely, as though I might grab the helmet and dash off with it, while
he slowly circled around the cross to stand beside me. When he stopped
only a foot away, I had to remind myself to breathe. It was ridiculous
how nervous I was. After all, I didn't know him and there was certainly
no need to impress him, but damn if he wasn't absolutely the hottest guy
I had ever met--ever. Standing with his arms
crossed, he cocked his head to examine the inscription. Finally, he
nodded, pursed his lips, and made a guttural sound in his throat. "Huh.
Looks like you're right, Snow White—the helmet's covering the writing." Since we were almost the same height, I was able to meet his amused gaze straight on when I replied, "Um, yeah. That's what I just said." The corners of his mouth turned up in a grin. "Well, it's a good cover story, at least." "It's not a cover story.
It's the truth. I have no interest in this Gavin McGregor guy. I
mean...I do. I love his music, and I feel bad for his family. I'm just
not a—what did you call it? Oh yeah. A crazed fan-girl. That's not my
style." The more I stared at
him, the more I became convinced that he had to somehow be related to
Gavin McGregor. It had been a while since I'd seen a picture of the late
singer, but I was certain there was a resemblance. "Not your style, huh?
You're telling me that you wouldn't have been up at the front of the
stage, screaming and throwing yourself at him during a concert?" "Nah. Screaming and
throwing myself at someone has never been my thing. I would have been
the one sneaking into his dressing room backstage during the concert to
steal his favorite hat." I spoke with as much seriousness as I could
muster, fighting to contain a smile. I had managed to push my nerves
aside, and I was proud of myself for my witty comeback. He stared at me for a
moment without blinking then finally broke into a smile. "Okay. I get
your point. You're not here to steal the helmet." "Thank you. Now that I think about it, though, what are you doing here? Maybe you're here to steal it." With one eyebrow raised, he stared at me incredulously. "Seriously? Do I really look like the type of guy who would be obsessed with some pretty-boy pop star?" "I don't know... Maybe." Were we flirting? I sensed my cheeks turning red and hoped he didn't notice.

About the Book

Title: Whispers in Eternity

Author: Jacinda Buchmann

Genre: YA Paranormal Romance

Life—the existence of truly living—doesn’t begin until you close the door on the past.

My post-high school goals had been right
on track—literally. But when the doctors said that I could no longer
run, I was faced with two choices—give up or change direction.

Unexpectedly, singing became my new passion—a passion fueled by the most gorgeous guy I had ever met.

I can’t say that I believe in love at
first sight, but after meeting Gavin, I can now say with certainty that I
believe in recognition at first meeting.

He was unquestionably my soul mate.
Only one obstacle stood in our way.
He was a ghost.

Author Bio

Jacinda
Buchmann lives in Arizona with her husband and three children. She
graduated from Carroll College, in Helena, Montana, with a B.A. in
elementary education and later received a Master’s degree from Northern
Arizona University, in school counseling. After spending several years
as a teacher and later a school counselor, she now spends her time
writing, any free chance she can get, that is, when she’s not spending
time with her family or creating a new concoction in the kitchen.